The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

He said to Jiang Yi in a playful tone: "Big Brother, you said that I can't even write a poem. If I can write a poem, I wonder if I can answer the question!"

As soon as he said this, everyone around him was stunned. They all thought they had heard it wrong. They all felt that the Eighth Prince in front of them had lost his mind.

It would be fine if he just rushed to answer the questions, but he even wanted to prove himself by writing poetry.

Everyone knows that he is not good at literature or martial arts, let alone writing poetry. I guess he doesn't even know a few words. Writing poetry? It would be better if he didn't get written by poetry!

Jiang Yi was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then burst into laughter. He mocked:

"Haha... what did I hear, Eighth Brother? You actually said you can write poetry! Well, if you write a good poem today, I will guarantee you and allow you to answer the questions."

Since his good brother wanted to embarrass himself, he would help him. When he wrote a bunch of nonsense poems, his father would probably be angry and drive him out without him having to chase him away.

The ministers around him looked at Jiang Fan with a joking look on their faces. They were all waiting for Jiang Fan to make a fool of himself. Everyone knew that the Eighth Prince was a waste. He wrote a poem? He probably couldn't even recite a poem.

Jiang Fan looked at the teasing Jiang Yi and the mocking ministers, smiled faintly and said: "Royal brother, I will give you this poem by the way!"

At this point, without waiting for Jiang Yi's reaction, he opened his mouth and recited: "When the bean pods are burned while cooking beans, the beans cry in the pot. We are from the same root, why are we so eager to hurt each other!"

As soon as he uttered this poem, there was a sudden silence at the scene. All the court officials looked at Jiang Fan in shock, and it took them a long time to come back to their senses.

Jiang Yi's face was ugly, and he was shaking with anger. Was Jiang Fan scolding him or trying to persuade him? !

Emperor Yan, with an ugly expression on his face, looked at Jiang Fan in astonishment, his eyes full of disbelief. Is this really his useless son?

This poem is so well written. Moreover, he specifically said that this poem was dedicated to Jiang Yi, which is an intriguing meaning.

This poem seems to be talking about cooking beans, but it actually implies brothers killing each other and siblings fighting.

Jiang Yi has been looking for trouble with Jiang Fan recently.

Not only Emperor Yan, but all the court officials knew that Jiang Yi had always wanted to kill Jiang Fan since Chu Xinghe promised his daughter to Jiang Fan.

Emperor Yan knew about this, but he just turned a blind eye. As for his unfavored son, if he had the ability, he would live, if he didn't, that was his fate.

But now, after hearing Jiang Fan's poem, he suddenly felt uncomfortable. Looking at this unfavored son, he felt a little guilty.

It seems that I still don't know this son very well. He has such a quick mind and such amazing talent. Is he always hiding his incompetence?

Thinking of the mysterious and dangerous situation in the harem, Emperor Yan was certain that his son was hiding his abilities.

In addition, Jiang Fan had an injury on his face at the moment. He appeared here today probably to find a chance to protect himself. He had no choice but to show his prowess!

He felt a little relieved and a little pity in his heart.

Jiang Fan looked at Emperor Yan and caught a glimpse of guilt and pity in his eyes. His heart suddenly moved.

Whether he could survive depended not only on making contributions to Emperor Yan, but also on arousing his filial love.

The power that Yan Huang had just raised was not enough, so Jiang Fan decided to add fuel to the fire.

"Father, I also have a poem I want to present to you." Jiang Fan bowed respectfully to Emperor Yan.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Yan and his ministers were shocked again. They had not yet recovered from the shock that Jiang Fan could write poetry, and Jiang Fan actually wanted to write poetry again.

When the ministers came to their senses and heard what was said, they were filled with contempt and ridicule.

Is this kid getting too cocky? Being able to compose a poem that suits the occasion is already pretty good, but he actually wants to write another one. With his level of skill, can he come up with something better?

Did he have to be humiliated before he would stop? All the ministers immediately looked at Jiang Fan with a look of anticipation.

Emperor Yan frowned, feeling a sense of anticipation rising in his heart.

Jiang Fan's performance made him have a new understanding of his son. As an emperor, he certainly hopes that all of his sons will be excellent.

Therefore, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of expectation towards Jiang Fan.

"Oh, read it to me!" Emperor Yan smiled slightly, and his tone softened a little.

Hearing this, Jiang Fan nodded and said, "The tiger is the king of all beasts, no one dares to offend its anger. Only the love between father and son, looking back at each step."

As soon as he uttered this poem, the scene fell into dead silence again. The ministers who wanted to watch the show looked at Jiang Fan in shock, all thinking that they had heard it wrong.

This is another excellent poem. Moreover, the meaning of this poem makes them even more surprised. Is this really the useless prince? How is this possible?

This seems to be a poem about a tiger, but the moral of the poem is to express the love of a mother for her child. Even a tiger will not eat its own cubs!

When Jiang Yi heard this poem, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. The poem just now slapped him in the face, implying that he was killing his brothers for power.

He had not yet recovered from the indignation of the poem.

But once this poem of licking one's calf comes out, I'm afraid this guy will catch the eye of the emperor. Then, it will be impossible to kill him silently!

"The tiger is the king of all beasts, no one dares to offend its anger. Only the love between father and son, looking back at each step. Good...good looking back at each step! Fan'er, your father has neglected you! You are sixteen years old, but you haven't established a government office or a mansion yet. I will order someone to establish a government office and a mansion for you tomorrow!"

Emperor Yan looked at Jiang Fan with tears in his eyes and guiltily.

A poem about a tiger aroused his deep love for his son. Yes, even a tiger will not eat its own cubs. Since he was his own son, how could he bear to let him die in obscurity?

Having said this, Emperor Yan looked at Jiang Yi deeply, with an ambiguous look in his eyes.

Jiang Yi's face changed slightly and he lowered his head quickly.

But soon he looked up and said, "Father, since my eighth brother is here to solve the problems today, why not let him try? He has such talent and I believe he can solve the three problems."

Having said that, he glanced at Jiang Fan gloomily, with a hint of viciousness flashing in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, all the ministers looked at Jiang Fan with pity.

This eldest prince is really vindictive. As soon as Emperor Yan developed a little affection for Jiang Fan, he took action to harm Jiang Fan.

If Jiang Fan did not answer the question at this time, it would definitely disappoint the Emperor of Yan. If he answered the question, Jiang Fan would probably bring shame to Great Yan again, and the Emperor of Yan would probably punish him, and the reward he had just received might be taken back.

Emperor Yan felt unhappy, but he still turned to look at Jiang Fan, his eyes suddenly becoming complicated.

He just felt soft-hearted and made the promise inexplicably. But if he really let Jiang Fan answer the questions and he loses embarrassingly, will he have to take back the reward?

Hearing this, Jiang Fan glanced at Jiang Yi coldly, and respectfully bowed to Emperor Yan and said, "Father, since I dare to answer the questions, I must be confident! Please wait and see! I defeated this Northern Mongolian envoy for you!"

He spoke with great pride and exuded a strong sense of confidence.